[ For the second time since arriving in this resort, Aerith wakes up in a compromising position in an unfamiliar place. At least this time she's in a bed rather than the spacious backseat of a car, but even her robe from her first awakening is entirely gone; her dress from last night is draped over a chair nearby, her modesty protected only by the thin drape of the bedsheets, her long brown hair splashed around her like extra fabric on the pillows.
Until Tseng speaks, she's only vaguely aware that there's someone else with her. Which, in and of itself, is oddβshe certainly does not recall going to bed with anyone else, nor should she have drunk anywhere near enough for her to simply forget doing so. She enjoyed some drinks, of course she did, but the unfamiliarity of a new place kept her cautious, and as far as she can tell, she has perfect recall of the rest of the evening...
And so it's with something akin to confusion that emerald eyes blink open, that she stretches first one arm and then the other before sitting up, bedsheets held modestly against her breast. Her brain processes his words before it does the sights of the room, and so she's halfway to formulating an answer, lips parted, when she recognizes her companion.
Aerith stops, and she blinks. ]
...Tseng.
[ She doesn't know whether to feel relieved, or happy, or concerned, or embarrassed, or something else entirely, and so instead, she tries for a small joke: ]
Surely you'll get paid extra for finding me all the way out here.
hangover aftercare
Until Tseng speaks, she's only vaguely aware that there's someone else with her. Which, in and of itself, is oddβshe certainly does not recall going to bed with anyone else, nor should she have drunk anywhere near enough for her to simply forget doing so. She enjoyed some drinks, of course she did, but the unfamiliarity of a new place kept her cautious, and as far as she can tell, she has perfect recall of the rest of the evening...
And so it's with something akin to confusion that emerald eyes blink open, that she stretches first one arm and then the other before sitting up, bedsheets held modestly against her breast. Her brain processes his words before it does the sights of the room, and so she's halfway to formulating an answer, lips parted, when she recognizes her companion.
Aerith stops, and she blinks. ]
...Tseng.
[ She doesn't know whether to feel relieved, or happy, or concerned, or embarrassed, or something else entirely, and so instead, she tries for a small joke: ]
Surely you'll get paid extra for finding me all the way out here.